Monday, October 22, 2007
Self Deprication
You barely noticed me.
I stand in the shadows--
(You hear best when no one knows you’re there.)
I saw you look at her—
Touch her—
Pretty?
Ya, she’s pretty…
That easy kind of pretty,
Like she was born to be
A ball of light.
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